Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 391

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 391
I finally understood.
It is commonly said that one of the conditions for reaching the Transcendent Realm is the unification of the three dantians.
The Transcendent Realm is achieved when one can harness the Inner Qi of the lower dantian, the True Qi of the middle dantian, and the Spiritual Qi of the upper dantian all at once.
But.
That was not it.
If one truly achieves the unification of the three dantians.
The realm one reaches is none other than the Transformation Realm.
Literally, the Transformation Realm.
A state where all becomes one through transformation.
In other words, I must transcend myself.
Beyond the microcosm to the macrocosm.
I must perceive a far greater concept.
-Kiiiiaaaa!
Two birds unified as one.
The Heuk-baek-sin-jo spreads its wings and takes flight.
-Kiiiiaaaa!
The Transformation Realm. Otherwise called the Absolute Realm.
It was a realm worthy of such a name.
‘Among Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, the Human transforms into Heaven and Earth. Thus, the Transformation Realm.’
A human becomes an existence that rivals Heaven and Earth, that rivals the world itself.
A single human constructs their own world.
How could such a thing be possible?
The method was simple.
The unification of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.
This is, in essence, the unification of the upper, middle, and lower dantians.
A new dantian is born.
Just as my mind and the Heuk-baek-sin-jo became one through transformation, the Immortal and Mortal aspects of my dantian began to merge into unity, using the Hwacheon Qi as adhesive.
‘I shall name it… the Seonhon-i-won-dan.’
I felt renewed gratitude toward the departed Taeguk Sword Master.
There was the reason why my mentor once said I would need the Taeguk Wisdom Sword.
Mutual generation. Had I not already grasped such principles, I could never have unified the two dantians.
Thump, thump-thump.
Sounds echoing throughout my entire body.
A complete rebirth of bone and flesh.
The beginning of the rebirth I had not needed before—or rather, had postponed until the moment was right.
‘The transformation of my entire body into dantians. The metamorphosis of my flesh. The form I shall transform into…’
In the midst of transformation, determining its end is most crucial.
To forge something, one must know its final shape.
And so I defined myself.
‘Wings. They are my very self.’
Self. To know what my existence is, what I truly am.
This is the most crucial enlightenment at the realm of Transformation.
Transformation is the realm where humanity merges with heaven and earth.
Therefore, knowing oneself and sculpting one’s own world is paramount.
In that sense.
Ssssshhhhh—
Feathers of deepest black and purest white bloomed forth.
As always, the feathers became blades.
‘So this is the principle behind the formless sword the Taeguk Sword Master showed me.’
Dozens of feathered swords swirled and danced around me, enveloping the space.
Heart Swords. Though they should be formless as manifestations of the mind, since I have become heaven and earth itself, the formless transforms into form and takes shape.
The Heuk-baek-sin-geom and the Sunbaek-sin-geom.
Two feathered wings.
Feathered swords trailing and dancing in the wake of those wings.
In other words.
Dual-Winged Feathered Swords.
A newly attained realm and a power I had grasped upon ascending to Transformation.
‘I’ve done it. Now for the next step.’
“Krraaaaaahhh!”
I saw Adu, writhing and radiating with light.
Five bloody gashes appeared where his fingers raked across his chest.
Adu was already grievously wounded. I could not leave him like this.
“Bad… bad… person….”
Adu’s eyes flickered open, filled with madness from the demonic nature consuming him.
Kwaaaaaang!
My feathered swords blocked Adu as he charged forward like a projectile.
“Adu. Come to your senses.”
“Bad… person!”
Where golden radiance should have emanated, Adu was wrapped in ashen-grey qi.
He had been consumed by the demonic nature after all.
‘Because of me. But there is still a way.’
He could still be saved.
Only now was it possible.
A mind refined to the point of selflessness upon ascending to Transformation.
The mysterious power of the Hwacheon-won-dan still remaining within me.
Some incomprehensible, higher-dimensional force.
I had to give this to Adu.
Ssssshhhhh—!
Among the dozens of feathered swords, I moved only the purest white ones.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The black-white swords embedded themselves across Adu’s entire body, binding him in place.
Since they were spiritual swords, they inflicted no physical wounds.
Though I could have caused injury if I wished.
In that state, I wove Seonran.
“Adu. Thank you. Now it’s my turn.”
A pure white pill. I infused it with something that had been contained within the Hwacheon-won-dan.
I would call it… the Vajra Immortal Pill.
“Seolha.”
Seolha, who had been staring blankly, startled and answered.
“Y-yes, brother.”
“Help me. I need your strength. Read Adu’s inner image for me.”
“I will.”
Seolha’s violet pupils blazed with light.
Adu’s inner image.
The soul qi that had passed to Adu through me had already established a new nest.
Darkness accumulated and sedimented into stone—a giant sculpted from such rock.
The form of the inner image that had seized Adu.
‘In his current state, Adu cannot defeat that giant. He cannot make it his own as I did.’
The foundation of martial arts differs. Shaolin’s foundation is purification through destruction. To perfect oneself through strength for that purpose.
Harmonizing with an opposing force?
That would deny Shaolin’s martial arts from their very roots.
“Seolha. Connect my inner image with Adu’s.”
“What? I don’t possess such power.”
If it meant saving Adu, Seolha could do anything.
Yet one cannot accomplish the impossible.
“No. You can do it now, Seolha. You’ll feel it. That you can succeed.”
Having finished speaking, I plucked a single thread.
Seolha’s eyes widened as she felt the vibration.
“Because your inner image possesses the Feathered Heavenly Wind, it’s possible.”
Seolha’s Feathered Heavenly Wind was a desire to ascend high and play together in the sky.
By giving form to one’s martial essence, one sculpts the inner image.
Seolha had woven her inner image with a heart for another.
That is why it was possible.
Because Seolha possessed a heart for others, not herself.
“Close your eyes. And feel it. It has already bloomed.”
A single thread. The Feathered Heavenly Wind was also an inner image that extended threads of fate to connect them.
For that reason, I could sense it instinctively.
“…I understand. I’ll try.”
Seolha trusted me more than anyone else.
If Yang Hwi says it can be done, then it can be done.
‘My heart’s image is… the Heavenly Wind of Flowing Jade.’
Wind. A wind meant to support the wings and help them soar ever higher.
But.
The wings had already ascended to that great height.
Then surely the wind must also blow ever higher and ever stronger, must it not?
There was a way.
‘Greater and higher. I am the wings. The wind that wishes to play alongside them. Then the wind of the wing-beats is also my wind.’
Seolha opened her eyes.
She had awakened to a second function she herself had never known.
“Elder brother…”
“Did you feel it? Isn’t it fascinating?”
Wings and wind are one.
When the wings rise high, the wind too carries the wind of the wing-beats and drives upward even higher.
In other words.
“When I reach a higher realm and grow stronger, you’ll be pulled upward along with me.”
Because the heart’s image itself was specialized for Yang Hwi.
Because it was a heart’s image forged by placing constraints upon myself.
A privilege earned precisely because of this.
“Seolha. You will grow stronger at an incredible pace and rise to greater heights. My wing-beats will become your wind.”
Because a single thread connects us.
A miracle born from Seolha’s heart that wove that thread.
The second function of the Heavenly Wind of Flowing Jade.
Twin-Born Wind.
A wind that wishes to live together.
“Just for a moment. Connect me and Adu.”
“Yes! I think I can do it now.”
Ding, ding-ling, ding-ling-ling.
Seolha’s melody unfolded, and the Sound Master’s martial technique, now at the realm of heart-sound, blossomed forth.
The target of the Heavenly Wind of Flowing Jade was ultimately only Yang Hwi.
But with the aid of martial technique, she could extend the thread for just a brief moment.
In that instant.
Yang Hwi fed Adu the Vajra Elixir.
‘From the teachings of the Heavenly Pillar, Vajra is the Thunderbolt.’
The wisdom that draws forth enlightenment arriving like lightning.
In the Buddha’s way, tribulation is both trial and stepping stone to reach a higher realm.
‘Awaken to it, Adu. You can do this.’
Because you are a being descended from heaven.
A once-in-ages prodigy called the greatest treasure of Shaolin despite a mental age of merely seven, who reached the pinnacle before even reaching adulthood.
“I believe in you, Adu.”

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A connection of inner visions was also a touching of heart to heart.
Adu’s rampage ceased.
-Kiiiieeeeee!
The Heuk-baek-sin-jo extended its sharp claws, subduing the Chilheuk-georin through sheer force.
Since I had struck the inner vision, Adu should have suffered tremendous damage as well, but that did not come to pass.
Because it was not an inner vision that Adu had woven and harbored himself.
‘The encroachment of the soul qi has halted. Now it is your turn to overcome this, Adu.’
It would have been ideal to absorb the giant itself, but the soul qi had already nested deep within Adu’s being.
The profound method of the absorption technique I had witnessed in Seojang. I had considered employing the subtle principles I had gleaned from observing it several times.
‘No. One mistake and disaster would strike.’
Besides, there was a safer path—why take unnecessary risks?
All dharmas depend on the mind; such is the principle of universal consciousness.
A fierce intuition and conviction. Adu was more than capable of this.
‘Now then, time to repay the debt. Take what you need, Adu.’
Through the claws of the Heuk-baek-sin-jo embedded in the Chilheuk-georin.
In other words, through the connected inner vision.
The sharing began.
“Ah. Ah, Yang… Hwi….”
“That’s right, you fool. Rise up. Create a foothold and overcome this.”
“….”
His wide-open eyes closed. To all appearances, Adu resembled a stone statue.
He was sinking so deeply inward that he appeared as such.
How much time had passed?
“Brother. Adu’s inner vision is transforming.”
“Yes. I feel it too.”
The Heuk-baek-sin-jo withdrew its claws and retreated.
There was no longer need to suppress it further.
The Buddha overcame the heart demon that arrived and ascended to the realm of enlightenment.
Adu did not completely vanquish the Chilheuk-georin, but succeeded in sealing it through his own power.
‘Had I reached the Hwa-kyung realm, I would have obliterated it entirely. Well, it seems he managed to create a foothold regardless.’
At the peak of the transcendent realm, one cannot overcome the inner vision of soul qi.
Though he could not defeat it, the fact that he sealed it means Adu has certainly created a foothold to ascend to the Hwa-kyung realm.
Within a few years at most, wouldn’t he reach the Hwa-kyung realm?
‘That lunatic, I tell you. At least I had regression, but this bastard Adu is truly something. A genius is a genius. But the greatest prodigy under heaven is still me, after all.’
“Seolha. What happened?”
“….”
Seolha remained silent. Unease crept in, so I turned my head.
“Seolha?”
“…That’s. Hmm.”
“You said his inner image is changing. Has something gone wrong?”
“Hmm….”
Seolha paused to choose her words before beginning her explanation.
“Adu’s inner image was always rice cake, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right.”
“It still is.”
The inner image of Adu reflected in Seolha’s eyes.
What had once appeared to be a perfectly white injeolmi rice cake molded into a sphere
had transformed into a red bean dumpling—white on the outside, but with deep crimson bean paste faintly visible through the sealed interior.
…It looked incredibly delicious.
“….”
“….”
I collapsed onto the ground. Laughter burst forth.
A dumpling harboring red bean paste as an inner image.
‘That’s so like Adu. A red bean dumpling? The inner image he crafted as a stepping stone to ascend the Heavenly Mirror? This is ridiculous.’
Anyway.
Now, truly, it was all over.

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